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"One-N-Jen" Explained: It started many years ago, I would even say when I was first born. My mother loved the name Jennifer,but the bumps of the 2 N's irritated her. For practical reasons she spelled my name with a single N. I enjoy the artful look of the revised name. The only flaw is that I always have to correct people when they write it. My tale begins on an average day; a day of correction. I was amending my name for the billionth time when I created the masterpiece; an easy way for people to remember the spelling. The ingenuity was a stroke of luck and was an accident. "I am a One-N-Jen," I stated. It was then that the nickname velcroed itself to me. So it is: I am a One "N" kind of Jen.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

A text conversation between Scott and I. Last year he lived in Bountiful Courts apartments. Then he left. A discussion about where he had gone:

Me: Where did you go?

Scott: 340 E. 500 N. apt. number 6

Me: Wow. I wasn't expecting that.

Scott: What were you expecting?

Me: I guess something more verbose. Poetic, if you will.

Scott: Oh. In yon Glenhaven.

Me: That's better. That time I understood you. Why dost thou leave me stranded here, Scott of Wiley Ways?

Scott: I still live nigh unto BC. Four blocks distant. I could never leave thee stranded Jen dear.

Me: Sir, I confess your sonnets charm me.
Posted by Jen Christensen at 11:58 AM

1 comment:

Mary said...

I love that you posted this. :) That is indeed a marvelous conversation.

September 7, 2010 at 1:27 PM

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